Page 97 of Finding Olivia (Trace + Olivia 1)

“Let me wash you,” he murmured huskily, reaching for his soap.

I swallowed as my heart rate quickened.

He opened the shower curtain and reached out for a cloth. He slid the curtain back into place and the hooks rattled against the metal rod.

The cloth was the same light gray color as the towel and he reached behind me to lightly wet it.

He squirted a dollop of soap onto the cloth and rubbed the ends together until it foamed.

“Come here,” he took my hand and switched places with me, so that the spray of water was beating on his back, and not mine.

He gently rubbed the cloth over my shoulders, up my neck, and down my chest. He paid special attention to my breasts and when he reached my stomach he dropped to his knees. He kissed the apex of my thighs before soaping that area as well. Trace scrubbed both of my legs thoroughly, and then warned, “Hold on.”

I grabbed ahold of the metal shower curtain bar as one of my legs was yanked out from under me.

He placed light kisses on each of my toes and then carefully rubbed each one with the soapy cloth. He lifted my foot and steadied me with a hand on my opposite leg when I swayed.

“You okay?” He asked.

“I’m good,” I squeaked.

When he was sure I had my balance again, he massaged the bottom of my foot, and cleaned it as well.

He did the same thing with my other leg.

When he was finished, he swirled his finger in the air, motioning me to turn around.

He cleaned the back of me and stood again, lifting my hair off my neck, and tenderly kissing the exposed area.

I fell back against his chest and his hands rested on my thighs.

We stood like that for a few seconds, and then he turned me around, so we were facing one another.

He stepped back, forcing both of us under the spray of water.

“Trace!” I squealed. “A little warning would have been nice!”

He chuckled and the sound vibrated through my body.

“It’s just a little water, baby,” he grinned, rubbing me to make sure all the soap was gone. “Let me wash your hair,” he coaxed my head under the water.

Once every strand was wet, he rubbed his woodsy scented soap into my hair.

He massaged my scalp and I found myself moaning in pleasure, which only served to make him laugh.

“Don’t laugh at me,” I scolded.

“I’m not. I’m laughing at myself,” he muttered.

“Why?” My eyes popped open as he guided me under the water once more and began to work the soap out of my hair.

“Because, this was about you. I wanted to please you in a completely non-sexual way and—” he looked down significantly, “—you had to go and make those sexy noises.”

I looked down at the thick length arching beautifully out of his body.

“Hmm,” I murmured, “I think we’re going to have to do something to fix that.”

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